Genre Scoot

Amelia Earhart was born on July 24, 1897 in Kansas. As a

young girl she was not very interested in airplanes or flying.

However, all that changed when she attended a stunt-flying

exhibition as a young adult. She did not learn to fly right

away, but rather worked as a nurse’s aide, attended college,

and worked as a social worker. She took her first flying lesson

in 1921 at the age of 23. Just 6 months later she had saved

enough money to buy her own airplane!

• historical fiction

• biography

• autobiography

• mystery

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CCSS.RI.11-12.10

CCSS.RI.6.10

CCSS.RI.7.10

CCSS.RI.8.10

CCSS.RI.9-10.10

“October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds

and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy

by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her

Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker

smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny

Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking

some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair

gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.”

• mystery

• poetry

• fantasy

• realistic fiction

“Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,

Listen to the DON’TS

Listen to the SHOULDN’TS

The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS

Listen to the NEVER HAVES

Then lost close to me—

Anything can happen, child,

ANYTHING can be.”

• informational

• mystery

• fantasy

• poetry

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CCSS.RL.4.5

CCSS.RL.3.5

CCSS.RL.4.4

CCSS.RL.5.4

CCSS.RL.3.4

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Goldilocks.

She went for a walk in the forest. Pretty soon, she came upon

a house. She knocked and, when no one answered, she walked

in. At the table in the kitchen there were three bowls of

porridge. Goldilocks was hungry. She tasted the porridge from

the first bowl. "This porridge is too hot!" she exclaimed. She

tasted the porridge from the second bowl. "This porridge is

too cold," she said. She tasted the last bowl of porridge. "Ahh,

this porridge is just right," she said happily and ate it all up.

• fantasy

• poetry

• fairytale

• realistic fiction

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CCSS.RL.1.10

CCSS.RL.2.2

CCSS.RL.3.2

CCSS.RL.K.5

“Annemarie looked up, panting, just as she reached the corner. Her

laughter stopped. Her heart seemed to skip a beat. “Halte!” the solider

ordered in a stern voice. The German word was familiar as it was

frightening. Annemarie had heard it often enough before, but it had

never been directed at her until now. Behind her, Ellen also slowed and

stopped. Far back, Kirsti was plodding along, her face in a pout cause

the girls hadn’t waited for her. Annemarie stared up. There was two of

them. That meant two helmets, two sets of cold eyes glaring at her, and

four shiny boots planted firmly on the sidewalk, blocking her path home.

And it meant two rifles, gripped in the hands of the soldiers. She stared

at the rifles first. Then, finally, she looked into the face of the soldier

who had ordered her to halt.“

• historical fiction

• fantasy

• myth

• mystery

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CCSS.RL.7.9

CCSS.RL.8.9

Long ago a great famine had spread over the land.

Longingly, a mother bear and two famished cubs walked the

shore on the Wisconsin side, gazing wistfully across the great

lake at Michigan, which in those days was the land of plenty

(as it is today). Finally hunger overcame their timidness and the

bears launched out, trying to swim to Michigan. As they got

closer and closer to the Michigan shore, the mother's words of

encouragement urged on the weary cubs.

• fiction

• nonfiction

• informational

• poetry

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CCSS.RL.4.10

CCSS.RL.3.10

CCSS.RL.3.6

CCSS.RL.4.6

CCSS.RL.5.10

“So when she'd see me looking out the window with my

binoculars and say, "Samantha Keyes, you mark my words,

those things are going to get you in a big heap of trouble

someday," I'd just say, "Mmm," and keep right on looking.

I figured it was just Grams doing some more worrying

about nothing. That is, until I saw a man stealing money

from a hotel room across the street—and he saw me.”

• drama

• informational

• mystery

• fantasy

“Carpenter, carpenter, build us a house,

A sweet little house for a mouse and a spouse,

A mouse and a spouse and a family too,

We know that you can, and we hope that you do.

Build it of brick so it’s cozy and warm,

To keep us from harm in a cold winter storm.

As soon as you finish, we’ll pay you with cheese,

Carpenter, carpenter, build our house, please.”

• poetry

• fantasy

• informational

• realistic fiction

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CCSS.RL.4.5

CCSS.RL.3.5

CCSS.RL.4.4

CCSS.RL.5.4

CCSS.RL.5.5

“Chipmunks eat just about anything. Nuts and seeds

are their favorite foods, but they also go for fruit, worms,

mushrooms, insects, small frogs, and even bird eggs.

Chipmunks don’t always eat their food as soon as they find

it. Often, they take it back to their underground burrows

and store it for eating later. And how does a chipmunk

carry its food? By stuffing it inside two very stretchy

cheek pouches. When both are full, they can be three

times the size of the chipmunk’s head!”

• folktale

• mystery

• biography

• informational

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CCSS.RI.2.5

CCSS.RI.3.5

CCSS.RI.4.5

CCSS.RI.5.5

CCSS.RI.6.5

“Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket

melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a

shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow

fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons. Then things got

even stranger. Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the

museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into doorway of the

gallery, holding a pen in his hand. "What ho, Percy!" he shouted,

and tossed the pen through the air. Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.

With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my

ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit

my hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword.”

• historical fiction

• realistic fiction

• mystery

• fantasy